In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

The enormous black hand, obscuring the sky, slowly pressed down.

Every wisp of escaping demonic energy was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The air seemed to groan under the strain.

The ground began to crack and sink.

The Black Witch Clan's protective light shield shattered in less than a breath.

All cultivators, friend or foe, felt their souls tremble and their spiritual energy stagnate.

That was a terrifying pressure far exceeding that of the Nascent Soul stage.

It is the pinnacle of power in this world—the Nascent Soul stage!

The leader of the Holy Church actually took action himself!

The greed on the Demon Lord's face had long been replaced by fear.

He retreated frantically, fearing he would be caught in the aftershocks.

True Man Chiyang and Protector Bai turned ashen-faced. Before such beings, even Golden Core cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators were no different from ants.

Wang Shouren's hair and beard bristled, and with a furious roar, he concentrated all his life's cultivation into the ancient scroll in his hand.

The ancient scroll emitted an unprecedentedly majestic blue light, transforming into a resilient light barrier that stood above everyone.

However, under the black giant hand, the light curtain was as fragile as paper, quickly dimming and disintegrating.

"The mantis' arm is like a chariot."

A cold, indifferent snort came from the clouds, as if from the deepest hell.

The giant hand descended a little faster.

Su Han felt his bones cracking and his blood almost freezing.

But the three fragments above, which were merging, emitted an even stronger chaotic light.

The fragments hummed and vibrated, conveying an indomitable ancient will.

As if in response to the provocation from that day's evil clutches.

"Reincarnation...rebirth..."

Su Han was suddenly struck by inspiration, forgetting his fear and even the thought of life and death.

His entire being was immersed in the resonance with the fragments.

The golden elixir within his body spun at an unprecedented speed.

The initial understanding of the concept of reincarnation that I had grasped was now several times clearer.

He saw life.

I saw death.

I witnessed the withering and flourishing of plants, and the birth and death of stars.

I saw that unchanging "truth" in the cycle of all things.

"A single thought can lead to reincarnation, not to reverse the cycle, but to bear witness."

He muttered to himself.

His hands involuntarily rose, forming an ancient and complex hand seal.

This handprint did not come from any known technique, but was an instinct directly reflected in the depths of his soul by a fragment of the Samsara Mirror through resonance.

"Om-"

The chaotic light emitted by the three fragments suddenly receded.

It is not disappearance, but extreme compression.

Immediately, a beam of light of indescribable color shot upwards from the broken mirror plate!

This beam of light was neither black nor white, neither gold nor jade.

It seems to contain all colors, yet it also seems to contain no colors at all.

It was silent, yet it seemed to contain a tremendous roar, as if the world had been created.

The beam of light collided violently with the colossal, sky-covering hand!
There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected.

Time seemed to be stretched and distorted at this moment.

The downward pressure of the giant black hand suddenly stopped.

The destructive demonic energy in his palm began to mysteriously dissolve the moment it came into contact with the pillar of chaotic light.

It was neither scattered nor canceled out.

Instead, it melts away silently, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

More accurately, it was "returning to nothingness," as if the power of reincarnation within that pillar of light had carried them to some unknown end.

"what?"

A soft sound of surprise came from the clouds.

Clearly, even the Holy Sect Leader hadn't expected that these mere three fragments could unleash such extraordinary power in the hands of a mere Golden Core cultivator.

But that's about it.

"It has the form but not the spirit."

The indifferent voice rang out again. The giant black hand trembled slightly, and an even more powerful and terrifying demonic energy surged forth.

Within the demonic energy, terrifying phenomena such as endless wailing of wronged souls and mountains of corpses and seas of blood emerged.

This is the manifestation of the law of killing and destruction.

The chaotic pillar of light was immediately suppressed, began to retreat step by step, and its light quickly dimmed.

Su Han was struck as if by lightning, and blood flowed from all seven orifices at the same time.

He felt his life force, spiritual power, and even the very essence of his soul being frantically drained by the fragments above his head.

This power far surpasses his realm, and even with fragments guiding it, it is far beyond his ability to withstand.

"Su Han!"

Lu Xueqi exclaimed in surprise and recklessly activated the Tianya Divine Sword.

Azure sword light shot into the sky, transforming into an icy sword rainbow that slashed towards the side of the giant hand.

"Frozen for thousands of miles!"

Wherever the chilling sword energy passed, even the demonic energy was slightly frozen.

However, this was far too weak for a furious strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The giant hand didn't even acknowledge the sword light.

Biyao bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, which she sprinkled onto the witchcraft runes that were rapidly being drawn in front of her.

"Forbidden Bloodline Technique - Myriad Gu Devouring the Heart!"

The essence blood runes burned, transforming into countless tiny, blood-red worms that burrowed madly into the depths of the giant palm through the gaps in the demonic energy.

It attempts to erode its energy core.

This time, the giant hand seemed to feel a slight "itch".

A wisp of demonic energy split into fine threads, which were then gently twisted together.

All the blood-red Gu worms were instantly annihilated.

Biyao let out a muffled groan, her face turned deathly pale, and her breath weakened.

"Fellow Daoist Su!"

Wang Shouren's eyes were bloodshot with rage as he tried to rush forward to help, but he was held back by the Ghost Eye Demon Lord.

At this moment, the Demon Lord with Ghost Eyes' eyes flashed with madness and a sense of luck.

If the leader of the Holy Church succeeds, he may well have a chance to get a share.

True Man Chiyang, Protector Bai, and the others retreated to a distance, watching the duel in the sky with astonishment and uncertainty, as well as the incomplete mirror plate that exuded an alluring aura.

They are waiting, waiting for the final result, before deciding what to do.

Su Han's consciousness began to blur.

My body felt like it was about to fall apart completely.

The fusion process of the Reincarnation Mirror fragments also became sluggish and unstable due to insufficient energy supply.

Just as he was about to give up.

The ancient jade pendant in his arms, which he had obtained from the secret realm of Yunmengze, suddenly became scalding hot.

A cool, pure, and vibrant aura emanated from the jade pendant, flowing along the heart meridian and directly into the sea of ​​consciousness.

This aura was completely different from the chaotic and ancient aura of the Reincarnation Mirror fragments.

It is full of the beauty of life and the power of its continuation.

Like a green lamp lit in endless darkness.

"Is this... the meaning of life and death?"

Su Han suddenly realized the truth.

Reincarnation is not simply a change between life and death.

Birth and death are the two sides of reincarnation, the driving force behind reincarnation, and the most direct manifestation of reincarnation.

He had previously only grasped the "operation" and "witnessing" of reincarnation.

At this moment, stimulated by the mysterious vitality within the jade pendant, and facing his own imminent death, he felt a profound pain of death and an extreme longing for life.

The concept of the cycle of life and death quietly begins to emerge.

"Passing away... is not the end, but the beginning of another journey..."

A glimmer of light rekindled in Su Han's dim eyes.

That glimmer of light, faint yet unwavering, contained an infinite longing and persistence for life.

Above their heads, the chaotic pillar of light, which was about to dissipate, suddenly changed.

At the core of the pillar of light, the chaotic color quietly began to differentiate.

Some parts became somber and empty, as if they were the final destination of all things.

The other part, however, radiated a faint, hopeful bluish-white light, like the first ray of dawn in early spring, or the first morning star after the dark night.

The breaths of life and death intertwine and cycle.

While it lacked the vast and boundless power contained within that giant hand, it possessed an indescribable "Daoist charm." (End of Chapter)